Crap meals out
I'd chosen to take my in-laws to one of my favourite restaurants, only to discover it had changed hands the week before. We waited half an hour to get menus. The waitress broke the cork in the wine we ordered. She got our order wrong. The food was luke-warm, mine was overcooked, the rest was undercooked. After waiting another 40 minutes for the last course, we were told that we couldn't have any as the chef had "forgotten to de-frost the puddings".
Let's just say they didn't get a tip. Tell us of your crap meals out.
( , Thu 27 Apr 2006, 14:22)
I'd chosen to take my in-laws to one of my favourite restaurants, only to discover it had changed hands the week before. We waited half an hour to get menus. The waitress broke the cork in the wine we ordered. She got our order wrong. The food was luke-warm, mine was overcooked, the rest was undercooked. After waiting another 40 minutes for the last course, we were told that we couldn't have any as the chef had "forgotten to de-frost the puddings".
Let's just say they didn't get a tip. Tell us of your crap meals out.
( , Thu 27 Apr 2006, 14:22)
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Not my bad meal story
... but it happened in a restaurant, involved embarrassment and made me laugh.
I was eating with the family in a tiny place in Brittany called [insert pun here] the Kumquat. Among the others present were an English family comprising a mum, a dad and two boys, aged about seven and four. Halfway through the meal the seven year-old got up to go to the toilet. Two minutes later he rushed back in and stood in the middle of the room yelling,
"Mummy! Mummy! My willy's gone all stiff!"
The parents stared up at him like rabbits caught in the headlights, and every single other English person in the place spent the rest of the evening giggling into their food. Unfortunately the parents spent a lot of time talking quietly after that, so I didn't hear their explanation of this strange phenomenon.
( , Tue 2 May 2006, 12:35, Reply)
... but it happened in a restaurant, involved embarrassment and made me laugh.
I was eating with the family in a tiny place in Brittany called [insert pun here] the Kumquat. Among the others present were an English family comprising a mum, a dad and two boys, aged about seven and four. Halfway through the meal the seven year-old got up to go to the toilet. Two minutes later he rushed back in and stood in the middle of the room yelling,
"Mummy! Mummy! My willy's gone all stiff!"
The parents stared up at him like rabbits caught in the headlights, and every single other English person in the place spent the rest of the evening giggling into their food. Unfortunately the parents spent a lot of time talking quietly after that, so I didn't hear their explanation of this strange phenomenon.
( , Tue 2 May 2006, 12:35, Reply)
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